Gates

In the runic tradition
There is a stone for gates,
In the Chinese, the gate of the Tao,
In the Hindu, behind the gate of closed eyes,
The universe hums in song;

There is the gate into life, which is breath,
Where light first shines its presence,
And upon entering the gates of hell
The hair becomes flame.

When passing through the gates of love,
The heart turns to flowers,
But when entering the gate of death,
Stars become dimmed, the moon
And sight disappear, and it is through this gate

That the world goes, that the breath exits,
that we enter, finally, into that place before birth.

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